Krael found himself within what he could only call his mindscape—something he would never have accessed had it not been for the information filtering into his mind, ensuring he never lagged in knowledge.
And perhaps that wasn't the only reason he recognized it without questioning himself. This was what he had always envisioned as a child: a throne room filled with opulence, a place where he was the sovereign ruler—but without the burdens of sovereignty.
One could say that from a very young age, he had admired the idea of being a sovereign. Yet, the responsibilities and the weight that came with it were things he never desired. Why couldn't one wear a crown without bearing its weight?
He looked into himself and saw all things powerful.
A single throne stood before him, three-sided in its design. The side that resonated with him the most was the simplest of them all—lacking the wild and chaotic grandeur or mysterious veiled subtlety of the others. Yet, it was his.
